Blaidh had the opportunity to visit Stoke Damerel Community College (June 2017) and work with some of the Year 7 and Year 8 students. The young writers had the chance to create their own poetry following a reading of one of Blaidh's own poems. Below are a few examples of what was produced.
Inspired by 'Where Does The Bus Go When It Doesn't Arrive On Time?' (Year 8 prompt)
(presentation edited by Thom Boulton)
Shopping
by Jack The bus was going to the lounge, to spend one pound and he went around and around. He bought a coke, hung his coat and he saw a goat dance to the Macarena. Untitled
by Jasmine I'm sat in the bus stop on a very hot day, it feels like I'm burning away. I'm wondering where it has gone today, on this very very hot day. Is it gone to the beach relaxing in the sun or has it gone to woodlands on the slides like a slippery snake, stopping purposely so his friend slams into him and clogs up the traffic? He looks at his watch and realises the time and the traffic lady made him leave in a exit lane. He Went
by Emily The bus has gone to the moon, and to the bottom of the deepest ocean. He went to the polar ice caps, the thing is, he didn't use any maps. He drove on a railroad, and sunbathed on the sun. The bus went to the grasslands of Africa, to play the maracas. |
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by Maddison I'm sat at the bus stop on a very cold day, I'm so bored that I fell asleep and fell into a book and it's stuck to my face. I reckon the bus is sat on a book, waiting for an adventure. Disappeared Bus
by Callum Bus, Bus, where did you go? I can't seem to find you. We are soaked wherever we stand, please come find us, wherever you are, just come, come, come. Why heart, my heart, whilst I listen to Radio Heart. The chicken, I need it else I will starve to death. The Bus is in Rainbow Land
by Erin Leaning over a rainbow, wishing on a star, following its dreams no matter how far but the only place the bus doesn't go is the bus stop where I'm standing, alone! Screaming from a mountain top where it's sprinkling snow. Planting trees and waiting for them to grow. Oh, come on bus I'm waiting here! Your beeping horn I cannot hear. |
The Magic School Bus
by Glen
Where is the bus?
I don’t know.
Maybe it’s in Britain drinking boiling hot tea
Maybe in France miming a taxi
It could be in Italy eating my mum’s pasta.
I don’t know.
It could transform into a rocket ship on Mars finding Martians to show around!
It could be on the rings of Saturn jumping from ring to ring.
He could be learning spells at the wizarding school Hogwarts trying to defeat Lord Voldemort!
He could be on the death star flashing his lightsabre smashing the emperor.
He’s a warrior, he’s alive; he is the magic school bus.
by Glen
Where is the bus?
I don’t know.
Maybe it’s in Britain drinking boiling hot tea
Maybe in France miming a taxi
It could be in Italy eating my mum’s pasta.
I don’t know.
It could transform into a rocket ship on Mars finding Martians to show around!
It could be on the rings of Saturn jumping from ring to ring.
He could be learning spells at the wizarding school Hogwarts trying to defeat Lord Voldemort!
He could be on the death star flashing his lightsabre smashing the emperor.
He’s a warrior, he’s alive; he is the magic school bus.
Obese Whale
by Ryan The bus fell off the cliff. He was swimming now. His best friend is now an obese whale. The obese whale really turns the buses lights on. |
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by Jack Who knows where the bus went! Maybe he went to swim with dolphins or maybe he went to drink a beer in a brown paper bag, but the only thing on my mind right now is how cold I am! Six weeks I have been waiting. Rumor has it that the bus is still outside the corner shop enjoying that cold lager... |
Inspired by 'Anesidora' (Year 7 prompt)
(presentation edited by Thom Boulton)
What's in the box?
by Natalie I opened the box... ...and the strangest little things popped out... as small as ticks as bright as a balloon as intelligent as Einstein and as lethal as a snarling guard dog The little creatures were tiny books with little legs and arms like sticks, they carried battle-axes and shields, ran at you screaming like banshees. They tie you down with string to the floor, and attack you like a swarm of bees, then they return to their box and discuss their next move... Untitled
by Josh As my fingers start to slip, and my palms start sweating, and my gut tells me not too. My heart starts to beat like a racing car travelling at 500mph. Splash! The freezing cold water hits me in the face, and sends me into another dimension. Box!
by James A baby dragon? "Your as ugly as a squashed slug" said I as I stepped back. A fat, flying, pineapple shaped dragon emerged from the box shooting a fiery wet ball, orange as an orange, from his snotty face. It dribbled on a bucket, achoo! snot on my face, in my ears and nose, even my mouth. |
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by Charlie As I went to the box loads of thoughts came into my head like an explosion of a volcano. I opened the box and a massive bomb of ducks came out. The ducks looked like black, yellow, green splodges quacking everywhere. Untitled
by Masbiullah I open the box, 5 punches at the same time, hit my nose. As I looked in the mirror my nose went red. I got lipstick on my lips. I had make up on my face. I looked like a clown. What!
by Kayleigh I opened it, bugs everywhere, I look. See them creeping over the book. It makes me itch like a bush full of stinging nettles. I look around... Ewwww, cobwebs, dust, just everywhere. I hear a noise, I look outside the window. It was raining cats and dogs. It was so loud! I stand in the middle of the room. Bugs with a spiky thing hanging off there backs, in fact, they're not even bugs. They are also different colours like blue, black white, red, even orange! I regret opening the box... |
Poem
by Edie
I gaze into the box.
Animals big and small and small and big are down below,
I crouch down and put my arm in.
I get pulled forward,
my head is pulled into the box before my body.
I stand up wiping the dirt off my clothes.
I look forward to see more animals,
actually they are not animals, they are creatures,
creatures of all shapes and sizes,
black and white and blue,
round and thin and fat.
They stare right into my eyes
and I stare back.
All of a sudden they walk forward,
a creature as black as Snow White's hair.
It pins me up against the wall,
the other creatures creep up behind it,
staring right at me.
The creature lets me go and steps back,
all the creatures step out the way
to reveal a box,
just like the one I opened.
by Edie
I gaze into the box.
Animals big and small and small and big are down below,
I crouch down and put my arm in.
I get pulled forward,
my head is pulled into the box before my body.
I stand up wiping the dirt off my clothes.
I look forward to see more animals,
actually they are not animals, they are creatures,
creatures of all shapes and sizes,
black and white and blue,
round and thin and fat.
They stare right into my eyes
and I stare back.
All of a sudden they walk forward,
a creature as black as Snow White's hair.
It pins me up against the wall,
the other creatures creep up behind it,
staring right at me.
The creature lets me go and steps back,
all the creatures step out the way
to reveal a box,
just like the one I opened.